Saturday, May 30, 2009

Until It's Time For You To Go


By Buffy Sainte-Marie
Rise Up Singing chapter: Love, p.128
C (bass line C, B, Bb) A / Dm (bass line D, C#, C) G7
C (bass line C, B, Bb) A / Dm G C -

You're not a dream, you're not an angel, you're a man
I'm not a queen, I'm a woman, take my hand
We'll make a space in the lives that we planned
And here we'll stay until it's time for you to go

Yes we're different, worlds apart, we're not the same
We laughed and played at the start like in a game
You could have stayed outside my heart but in you came
And here you'll stay until it's time for you to go

Bridge:
Fm - C - (2x) / E - Am - D - G -
Don't ask why, don't ask how
Don't ask forever, love me, love me now

This love of mine had no beginning, it has no end
I was an oak, now I'm a willow, now I can bend
And though I'll never in my life see you again
Still I'll stay until it's time for you to go

Friday, May 29, 2009

The Riddle Song (adapted)


Totally a traditional song
Adapted and arranged by me
Rise Up Singing chapter: Lullabies, p.135
RUS chords: D G - D / A D - A / / G - - D
My chords: D G - D / A D G A / / G - D -

Played in A in the video: A D - A / E A D E / / D - A -

I gave my love a cherry that had no stone
I gave my love a chicken that had no bone
I told my love a story that had no end
And I found my love a baby that wouldn't cry

Well how can there be a cherry that has no stone?
How can there be a chicken that had no bone?
How can there be a story that has no end?
And I've never met a baby that didn't cry

A cherry when it's blooming it has no stone
A chicken when it's pippin, it has no bone
A story of "I love you" it has no end
And a baby when it's sleeping doesn't cry

This is a flower, not a cherry that has no stone
A pippin's not a chicken 'cause all chickens they have bones, guess what:
Just cause you say "I love you" doesn't mean that it won't end
Although a baby when it's sleeping doesn't cry
But just wait 'til it wakes up: it's gonna cry

Thursday, May 28, 2009

Bonus: Let Me Die In My Footsteps


By Bob Dylan
Not in Rise Up Singing (it's a bonus)
G - - - / - - C - / G - - - / - - C - / G - C - / G D C↓G

I will not go down under the ground
Cause somebody tells me that death's comin' 'round
And I will not carry myself down to die
When I go to my grave my head will be high
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.

There've been rumors of war and wars that have been
The meaning of the life has been lost in the wind
And some people thinking that the end is close by
'Stead of learning to live they are learning to die
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.

I don't know if I'm smart but I think I can see
When someone is pulling the wool over me
And if this war comes and death's all around
Let me die on this land 'fore I die underground.
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground

There've always been people that have to cause fear
They've been talking about war now for many a long year
I've read all their statements and I've not said a word
But now, Lord God, let my poor voice be heard
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground.

Let me drink from your waters where the mountain streams flood
Let the smell of wildflowers flow free through my blood
Let me sleep in your meadows with the green grassy leaves
Let me walk down the highway with my brother in peace
Let me die in my footsteps
Before I go down under the ground

Go out in your country where the land meets the sun
See the craters and the canyons where the waterfalls run
Nevada, New Mexico, Arizona, Idaho
Let every state in this union seep deep down in your soul
And you'll die in your footsteps
Before you go down under the ground

There Were Roses


By Tommy Sands
Rise Up Singing chapter: Peace, p.164
Verses: D - GA D / Bm A G - / 1st / Bm A G D ://
Chorus: G D G D G D - / Bm A G -

My song for you this evening, it's not to make you sad
Nor for adding to the sorrows of this troubled northern land
But lately I've been thinking, and it just won't leave my mind
I'll tell you of two friends one time, who were both good friends of mine
Allan Bell from Banagh, he lived just across the fields
A great man for the music and the dancing and the reels
O'Malley came from South Armagh to court young Alice fair
And we'd often meet on the Ryan Road and the laughter filled the air

Chorus:
There were roses, roses, there were roses
And the tears of the people ran together

Though Allan he was Protestant and Sean was Catholic born
It never made a difference for the frienship it was strong
And sometimes in the evening when we heard the sound of drums
We said, "It won't divide us, we will always be one"
For the ground our fathers plowed in, the soil it is the same
And the places where we say our prayers have just got different names
We talked about the friends who'd died, and hoped there'd be no more
It's little that we realized the tragedy in store

It was on a Sunday morning when the awful news came round
Another killing had been done just outside Newry Town
We knew that Allan danced up there, we knew he'd liked the band
But when we heard that he was dead we just could not understand
We gathered round the graveside on a cold and rainy day
The minister he closed his eyes and he prayed for no revenge
(...and for no revenge he prayed)
And all of us who knew him from along the Ryan Road
We bowed our heads and said a prayer for the resting of his soul

Now fear it filled the countryside there was fear in every home
When late at night a car came prowling round the Ryan Road
A Catholic would be killed tonight to even up the score
Oh Christ it's young O'Malley that they've taken from the door
"Allan was my friend!" he cried, he begged them with his tears
But centuries of hatred have ears that do not hear
An eye for an eye, it was all that filled their minds
And another eye for another eye 'til everyone is blind

So my song for you this evening, it's not to make you sad
Nor for adding to the sorrows of our troubled northern land
But lately I've been thinking and it just won't leave my mind
I'll tell you of two friends of mine who were both good friends of mine
Now I don't know where the moral is or where this song should end
But I wonder just how many wars are fought between good friends
And those who give the orders are not the ones to die
It's Bell and O'Malley and the likes of you and I

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Monday, May 25, 2009

Here's to Cheshire


New words and new music adaptation by Leslie Haworth
Rise Up Singing chapter: Play, p.169
D - G A / D A D - :// D - - - / G - D A / D - G A / D A D -

Oh, there was a little frog who lived in a well
(Ding dang dong go the wedding bells)
And a pretty little mouse lived under a mill
(Ding dang dong go the wedding bells)
Here's to cheshire, here's to cheese
Here's to the pears and the apple trees
And here's to the lovely strawberries
Ding dang dong go the wedding bells

Well froggy went a courting and he did ride / Ding...
Now miss Mouse, you must decide / Ding..
I'll have to ask my uncle Rat
And see what he does say to that
Well, uncle Rat says, "I'm much afraid
If you don't marry froggy you'll die an old maid"
Well the knot was tied secure and fast
She's off her uncle's hands at last
Well open the oysters, spill the champagne
Never will there be such a feast again
But as they were going it hot and strong
The good grey cat came prowling along
She sprang through the window right out of the yard
She didn't bring no invitation card
Uncle Rat like a hero stood
Puss wet her whiskers in his blood
Mss Mousie made a dive for a crack
Puss made a pounce and broke her back
Where was the valiant frog the while?
He just about broke the four-minute mile
Well this is the end of him and her
There won't be no tadpoles covered in fur

Sunday, May 24, 2009

Blow Ye Winds Of Morning (Whaling Song)

(Song begins at 0:53)
A traditional American song about whaling
Rise Up Singing chapter: Seas and Sailors, p.199
G - - - / C G A D / G - - - / C G D G
Or in D:
D - - - / G D E A / D - - - / D G A D

Here are some slightly different lyrics which I found online here:

'Tis advertised in Boston, New York and Buffalo,
Five hundred brave Americans, A-whaling for to go, singing,

Blow, ye winds in the morning, blow, ye winds, high-o!
Clear away your running gear, and blow, boys, blow!

2. They send you to New Bedford, that famous whaling port,
And give you some land-sharks to board and fit you out.

3. They send you to a boarding house, there for a time to dwell;
The thieves they there are thicker than the other side of hell!

4. They tell you of the clipper ships a-going in and out,
And say you'll take five hundred sperm before you're six months out.

5. It's now we're out to sea, my boys,
The wind comes on to blow;
One half the watch is sick on deck,
The other half below.

6. But as for the provisions,
We don't get half enough;
A little piece of stinking beef
And a blamed small bag of duff.

7. Now comes that damned old compass,
It will grieve your heart full sore.
For theirs is two and thirty points
And we have forty four.

8. Next comes the running rigging,
Which you're all supposed to know;
'Tis "Lay aloft, you son of a gun,
Or overboard you go!"

9. The coopers's at the vise bench,
A-making iron poles,
And the mate's upon the main hatch
A-cursing all our souls.

10. The Skipper's on the quarterdeck
A-squinting at the sails,
When up aloft the lookout sights
A school of whales.

11. "Now clear away the boats, my boys,
And after him we'll travel,
But if you get too near his fluke,
He'll kick you to the devil!"

12. Now we have got him turned up,
We tow him alongside;
We over with our blubber hooks,
And rob him of his hide.

13. Now the boat steerer overside
The tackle overhauls,
The Skipper's in the main-chains,
So loudly does he bawl!

14. Next comes the stowing down, my boys,
'Twill take both night and day,
And you'll all have fifty cents apiece
On the hundred and ninetieth lay.

15. Now we are bound into Tonbas,
That blasted whaling port,
And if you run away, my boys,
You surely will get caught.

16. Now we are bound into Tuckoona,
Full more in their power,
Where the skippers can buy the Consul up
For half a barrel of flour!

17. But now that our old ship is full
And we don't give a damn,
We'll bend on all our stu'nsails
And sail for Yankee land.

18. When we get home, our ship made fast,
And we get through our sailing,
A winding glass around we'll pass
And damn this blubber whaling!

Saturday, May 23, 2009

Biscuits in the Oven


(Song begins at 1:12 )
By Bill Russell
I know it from Raffi, but that's no disrespect to Bill Russell, for having written a great song. Hard to do justice to, I've found. But this video should at least give you an idea.
Rise Up Singing chapter: Play, p.167
RUS chords: C - G7 - / / C C7 F D7 / G7 - C -
But I don't think the chord pattern works as well as this one with a small but important change:
My chords: C - G7 - / / C C7 F Fm / G7 - C -


Biscuits in the oven, gonna watch 'em rise (3x)
Right before my very eyes

When they get ready gonna jump and shout (3x)
Roll my eyes and bug them out (hey hey!)

Gonna clap my hands and stomp my feet (3x)
Right before the very next beat

Gonna look both ways when I cross the street (2 pauses) (3x)
(Slowly) Gonna take my time when the light turns green

Friday, May 22, 2009

Deep Blue Sea (Peace)


Alternate lyrics to the traditional song Deep Blue Sea (which I've already recorded).
Rise Up Singing chapter: Peace

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Five Little Ducks


A sad song I know from Raffi, Canadian singer songwriter for adults and children alike. The U.N. likes him, and I like him: you might too.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Rolling Down To Old Maui


Traditional. Not by Stan Rogers, although it appears on his album "Between the Breaks"
Rise Up Singing chapter: Seas and Sailors, p.205
Verses:EmB7 (3x) Em / / G D Em B7 / EmB7 (3x) Em
Chorus: G D Em B7 /EmB7 (3x) Em

It's a damn tough life full of toil and strife we whalermen undergo
And we don't give a damn when the gale is done how hard the winds did blow
'Cause we're homeward bound from the Arctic Ground with a good ship taut and free
And we won't give a damn when we drink our rum with the girls of Old Maui

Chorus:
Rolling down to Old Maui, me boys, rolling down to Old Maui
We're homeward bound from the Arctic Ground, rolling down to Old Maui

Once more we sail with the northerly gale through the ice and wind and rain
Them coconut fronds, them tropical lands we soon shall see again
Six hellish months we've passed away on the cold Kamchatka Sea
But now we're bound from the Arctic Ground, rolling down to Old Maui

Once more we sail the northerly gale towards our island home
Our main mast sprung, our whaling done, and we ain't got far to roam
Our stun's'l bones is carried away, what care we for that sound
A living gale is after us, thank God we're homeward bound

How soft the breeze through the island trees, now the ice is far a-stern
Them native maids, them tropical glades are awaiting our return
Even now their big brown eyes look out hoping some fine day to see
Our baggy sails, running 'fore the gales, rolling down to Old Maui

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

We Can Work It Out


By John Lennon and Paul McCartney
Made famous by the Beatles, made perhaps even better by Stevie Wonder
Rise Up Singing chapter: Hard Times and Blues, p.105

Verses: G - - / D F G / - - - / D F C / - G C D
Bridge: Em - - - C - B7 / - Em - - - ://

(I'm not sure I hold the chords in the bridge for the exact number of beats listed above, but if I don't, I expect the video will make everything clear.)

Try to see it my way
Do I have to keep on talking 'til I can't go on?
While you see it your way
Run the risk of knowing that our love may soon be gone
We can work it out, we can work it out

Think of what you're saying
You can get it wrong and still you think that it's all right
Think of what I'm saying
We can work it out and get it straight or say good night
We can work it out, we can work it out

Bridge:
Life is very short, and there's no time
For fussing and fighting, my friend
I have always thought that it's a crime
So I will ask you once again

Try to see it my way
Only time will tell if I am right or I am wrong
While you see it your way
There's a chance that we might fall apart before too long
We can work it out, we can work it out

Bridge (again):
Life is very short, and there's no time
For fussing and fighting, my friend
I have always thought that it's a crime
So I will ask you once again

Try to see it my way
Only time will tell if I am right or I am wrong
While you see it your way
There's a chance that we might fall apart before too long
We can work it out, we can work it out

Monday, May 18, 2009

The Old Settler Song


Words by Judge Francis B. Henry, to the tune of "Old Rosin the Beau"
Rise Up Singing chapter: Good Times, p.89
D - / - Bm / D DG / DA D / D G / D Bm / D DG / DA D

There's a story I retell quickly at the end of the video that comes from the book Kwakiutl Legends, as told to Pamela Whitaker by Chief James Wallas, hereditary chief of the Quatsino band of the Northern Vancouver Island Kwakiutl.
The story takes place in Shushartie Bay, B.C., Canada

I've wandered all over this country
Prospecting and digging for gold
I've tunneled, hydraulicked and cradled
And I have been frequently sold
And I have been frequently sold / And I have been frequently sold
I've tunneled, hydraulicked and cradled / And I have been frequently sold

For one who got rich by mining

I saw there were hundreds grew poor
I made up my mind to try farming
The only pursuit that is sure
The only pursuit...

I rolled up my grub in my blanket

I left all my tools on the ground
I started one morning to shank it
For the paradise called Puget Sound...

Arriving
dead broke in midwinter
I found it enveloped in fog
And covered all over with timber
As thick as the hair on a dog...

I staked me a claim in the forest
And set myself out to hard toil
For two years I chopped and I beavered
But I never got down to the soil...

I tried to get out of the country
But poverty forced me to stay
Until I became an Old Settler
Now nothing could drive me away...

No longer the slave of ambition
I laugh at the world and its sham
And think of my happy condition
Surrounded by acres of clams...

Sunday, May 17, 2009

John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt


A traditional American song
Rise Up Singing chapter: Funny Songs, p.73
Chords:
D A / - D / - G / A D

John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt
His name is my name too
Whenever we go out, the people start to shout
"There goes John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt!" (la la la la la la la)

Repeat.

Saturday, May 16, 2009

The Woman at the Well


Traditonal American
Rise Up Singing chapter: Spirituals, p.213
G - - - / C - G - / - - B7 Em / A7 D7 G -

Story:
(The Bible, John 4:6 Jesus)
Jesus, wearied as he was from his journey, was sitting beside the well. It was about the sixth hour.
7 A woman from Samaria came to draw water. Jesus said to her, “Give me a drink.” 8 (For his disciples had gone away into the city to buy food.) 9 The Samaritan woman said to him, “How is it that you, a Jew, ask for a drink from me, a woman of Samaria?” (For Jews have no dealings with Samaritans.) 10 Jesus answered her, “If you knew the gift of God, and who it is that is saying to you, ‘Give me a drink,’ you would have asked him, and he would have given you living water.” 11 The woman said to him, “Sir, you have nothing to draw water with, and the well is deep. Where do you get that living water? 12 Are you greater than our father Jacob? He gave us the well and drank from it himself, as did his sons and his livestock.” 13 Jesus said to her, “Everyone who drinks of this water will be thirsty again, 14 but whoever drinks of the water that I will give him will never be thirsty again. The water that I will give him will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life.” 15 The woman said to him, “Sir, give me this water, so that I will not be thirsty or have to come here to draw water.” 16 Jesus said to her, “Go, call your husband, and come here.” 17 The woman answered him, “I have no husband.” Jesus said to her, “You are right in saying, ‘I have no husband’; 18 for you have had five husbands, and the one you now have is not your husband. What you have said is true.” 19 The woman said to him, “Sir, I perceive that you are a prophet.

Lyrics:
Jesus met the woman at the well (3x)

And he told her everything she'd ever done

He said, "Woman, woman, where is your husband? (3x)
I know everything you've ever done"

She said, " Jesus, Jesus, I ain't got no husband (3x)
And you don't know everything I've ever done"

He said, "Woman, woman, you've got (had) five husbands (3x)
And the one you have now he's not your own"
(And the man you've got now, he ain't one")

She said, "This man, this man, he must be (a) prophet! (3x)
He done told me everything I've ever done"

Friday, May 15, 2009

Die Gedanken Sind Frei


Traditional German. English lyrics by Arthur Kevess
Rise Up Singing chapter: Struggle, p.214
G - D G / / D G D G / C G D G / /
or, in the key of A:
A - E A / / E A E A / D A E A / /

Die Gedanken sind frei, wer kann sie erraten?
Sie fliehen vorbei, wie nächtliche Schatten
Kein Mensch kann sie wissen, kein Jäger erschiessen
Es bleibet dabei: Die Gedanken sind frei (2x)

Ich denke was ich will und was mich beglücket
Doch alles in der Still, und wie es sie schicket
Mein Wünsch und Begehren kann niemand verwehren
Es bleibet dabei: Die Gedanken sind frei (2x)

Und sperrt man mich ein in finsteren Kerker
Das alles sind rein vergebliche Werke
Denn meine Gedanken zerreissen die Schranken
Und Mauern entzwei, die Gedanken sind frei (2x)

Die Gedanken sind frei, my thoughts freely flower
Die Gedanken sind frei, my thoughts give me power
No scholar can map them, no hunter can trap them
No one can deny, die Gedanken sind frei (2x)

I think as I please and this gives me pleasure
My conscience decrees this right I must treasure
My thoughts will not cater to duke or dictator
No one can deny, die Gedanken sind frei (2x)

And should tyrants take me and throw me in prison
My thoughts will burst free like blossoms in season
Foundations will crumble and structures will tumble
And free folk (men) will cry, "Die Gedanken sind frei!" (2x)

Thursday, May 14, 2009

I Wish I Had Someone To Love Me

Traditional A.K.A. "Someone to Love Me"
Rise Up Singing chapter: Love, p.128
G - C G / C G D - / G - C G / C D G -

I wish I had someone to love me
Someone to call me his own
Someone to sleep with me nightly
I'm weary of sleeping alone

Meet me tonight in the moonlight
Meet me tonight all alone
I have a sad story to tell you
That I'll tell by the light of the moon

Tonight is our last night together
Nearest and dearest must part
The love that has bound us together
Is shredded and torn apart

I wish I had ships on the ocean
Bind them with silver and gold
Follow the ship that he sails in
A lad only 19 years old

I wish I had wings of a swallow
Fly out over the sea
Fly to the arms of my true love
And bring him home safely to me

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Old Dan Tucker


By Dan Emmet
Rise Up Singing chapter: Mountain Voices, p.148
Chords in R.U.S.:
G - / - D - :// Chorus: G C / D G ://

Chords I Use:
G C / D G (repeating)

Now old Dan Tucker's a fine old man
Washed his face in a frying pan
Combed his hair with a wagon wheel
And died with a toothache in his heel

Chorus:
Get out the way, old Dan Tucker
You're too late to get your supper
Supper's over and dinner's a-cooking
And old Dan Tucker's just standing there looking

Now old Dan Tucker came to town
Riding a billy goat, leading a hound
Hound dog bark, the billy goat jump
Landed Dan Tucker on top of the stump

Now old Dan Tucker he got drunk
Fell in the fire and kicked up a chunk
Red hot coal got in his shoe
And oh, my lord, how the ashes flew

Now old Dan Tucker is come to town
Swinging the ladies round and round
First to the right and then to the left
Then to the girl that he loves best

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Old Rosin The Beau


Traditional Irish
Rise Up Singing chapter: Good Times, p.89
C - / - Am / C CF / CG C //
C F / C Am / C CF / CG C

I live for the good of my nation
And my sons are all growing low
But I hope that the next generation
Will resemble old Rosin the Beau

Chorus (changes with the last 2 lines of each verse):
Will resemble old Rosin the Beau
Resemble old Rosin the Beau
I hope that the next generation
Will resemble old Rosin the Beau

I've traveled this country all over
And now to the next I will go
For I know that good quarters await me
To welcome old Rosin the Beau / To welcome old Rosin...

In the gay round of pleasures I've traveled
Nor will I behind leave a foe
And when my companions are jovial
They will drink to old Rosin the Beau

But my life is now drawn to a closing
As all will at last be so
So we'll take a full bumper at parting
To the name of old Rosin the Beau

When I'm dead and laid out on the counter
The people all making a show
Just sprinkle plain whiskey and water
On the corpse of old Rosin, the Beau

Then pick me out six trusty fellows
And let them all stand in a row
And dig a big hole in the meadow
And in it toss Rosin the Beau

Then bring out two little brown jugs
Place one at my head and my toe
And do not forget to scratch on them
The name of old Rosin, the Beau

Monday, May 11, 2009

My Body


This is a song by Peter Alsop - songwriter, song leader, dad, activist, etc.
You can hear him doing it himself on YouTube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=109qwzYz4A0

Or go to www.peteralsop.com

Rise Up Singing chapter: Home and Family
G - - D / - - - G (twice for verses)

My body's nobodies body but mine
You run your own body, let me run mine

My heart was made to be filled up with love
Not to be ordered or broken or shoved
My hands were made to hold other hands
Not to hold guns in faraway lands

My genes were made to pass on human traits
Not to be fried with your atomic waste
My womb was made to make kids when I please
Not to obey man-made laws or decrees

Our body's one body, one voice is heard
We each sing for freedom when we sing these words:

(These verses by folks at the Green Thumb Theatre, Vancouver B.C.)

My nose was made, to sniff and to sneeze
To smell what I want and to pick when I please
My lungs were made to hold air when I breathe
I am in charge of just how much I need

My legs were made to dance me around
To walk and to run and to jump up and down

Saturday, May 9, 2009

Daisy Bell / Bicycle Built for Two

(Song begins at 1:25)
By Harry Dacre, in 1892
Rise Up Singing chapter: Golden Oldies, p.77
Chords:
G - C G / D G A D / - G GC G / GD GD GD G


Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer, do!
I'm half crazy, all for the love of you!
It won't be a stylish marriage, I can't afford a carriage
But you'll look sweet, upon the seat of a bicycle built for two

Second verse, by an anonymous author:

Harry, Harry, here is your answer true:
I'll not marry all for the likes of you
If you can't afford a carriage there won't be any marriage
And I'll be switched if I'll be hitched on a bicycle built for two

Dippy the Dinosaur sings this in the book Jacob Two Two and the Dinosaur, by Mordecai Richler.

Friday, May 8, 2009

I'm Gonna Do What the Spirit Says


Traditional American Spiritual
Rise Up Singing chapter: Spirituals, p.210
Am - / - E / Am Dm / AmDm Am

I'm gonna do what the Spirit says do (2x)
And what the Spirit says do, I'm gonna do, Lord, Lord
(alt: When the Spirit says ___ I'm gonna ___ right along)
I'm gonna do what the Spirit says do

I'm gonna move when the Spirit says move...
I'm gonna pray when the Spirit says pray...
I'm gonna sing when the Spirit says sing...
I'm gonna fight when the Spirit says fight...
I'm gonna speak, dance, jump, hush when the Spirit says...
For a kid-oriented version you can include more ordinary actions like yawn, sleep, eat, etc. This might sound a little silly in a religious context, however.

Thursday, May 7, 2009

Joshua Fought the Battle of Jericho


A.K.A. "Joshua Fit the Battle of Jericho", "Joshua Fought the Battle of Jericho"
Rise Up Singing chapter: Spirituals, p.210

This comes from a bible story, which you can read here if you're interested: http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Joshua%205:13%20-%206:27&version=31;

Chorus:
Dm - / A7 Dm ://
Joshua fought the battle of Jericho
Jericho, Jericho
Joshua fought the battle of Jericho
And the walls came tumbling down

Verses: Dm A7 / / Dm - / A7 Dm
You may talk about the men of Gideon
You may talk about the men of Saul
But there's none like good old Joshua
In the battle of Jericho

Up to the walls of Jericho
They marched with spears in hand
"Come blow them ram horns" Joshua said
"Cause the battle is in our hands"

The the lamb ram sheep horns began to blow
The trumpets began to sound
Joshua commanded the children to shout
And the walls came tumbling down

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Sodeo


By Raffi, I think
Rise Up Singing chapter: Play
C - - - / - - G C

Here we go sodeo, sodeo, sodeo
Here we go sodeo all night long
Step back Sally, Sally, Sally
Step back Sally all night long

To the front, to the back, to the see-saw side (2x)
I went to the plaza, and what did I see?
A big fat man from Calgary
I bet you five dollars I can catch that man (2x)

I went to the doctor, the doctor said
"Ooh, ahh I got a pain in my ___" (x3) (these 3 lines are only a C chord)

Monday, May 4, 2009

All Through the Night (not Cyndi Lauper, although that song IS great)


English words by Sir Harold Boulton; traditional Welsh melody: "Ar Hyd y Nos"
Rise Up Singing chapter: Lullabies, p.131
D G E A G A D - / / G - - - - Bm E A / 1st /

Sleep, my child, and peace attend thee, all through the night
Guardian angels God will send thee, all through the night
Soft the drowsy hours are creeping, hill and dale in slumber sleeping
I my longing vigil (Love alone His watch is) keeping, all through the night

While the moon her watch is keeping, all through the night
While the weary world is sleeping, all through the night
O'er thy spirit gently stealing, visions of the light revealing
Breathes a pure and holy feeling, all through the night

Sunday, May 3, 2009

She'll Be Coming 'Round the Mountain When She Comes


Rise Up Singing chapter: Play, p.177
D - - - / D - A - / D D7 G - / D A D -

According to R.U.S., a parody of the old camp meeting song "Ship of Zion". Woah. I want to learn that one too. Mostly because that sounds like an awesome name for a ship. "Zion" is one of the most majestic proper nouns in English, really. I mean, in Hebrew.

She'll be coming round the mountain when she comes (toot toot!) (2x)
She'll be coming round the mountain, she'll be coming round the mountain
She'll be coming round the mountain when she comes (toot toot!)

She'll be riding six white horses when she comes (woah back!)...
She'll be wearing pink pyjamas when she comes (scratch scratch!)...
Oh, we'll all go out to meet her when she comes ("Hi babe!")...
Oh, we'll kill the old red rooster when she comes (hack hack!)...
Oh, we'll all have chicken and dumplings when she comes (yum yum!)...
Oh, she'll have to sleep with grandpa when she comes (snore snore!)...

Saturday, May 2, 2009

Over in the Meadow


Adapted by Lee Hays and Doris Kaplan
I know it from Raffi's version
Rise Up Singing chapter: Play, p.175
D - Em A7 / D - A7 D / A7 - - - / D - A7 D

I just realized something about this song. When I was a kid and I sang it, nothing seemed strange about the line "lived an old mother [animal] and her little [babies][number]". Now it rings totally wrong to me because I think to myself "Wait, if she has little babies, then she can't be old, right?" As a 7-year old listening to the song, though, I can see why it sounded perfectly accurate, since my own mom was "old". Sorry for lacking perspective, moms.


Over in the meadow in a pond in the sun
Lived an old mother duck and her little duck one
"Quack" said the mother, "Quack" said the one
And they quacked and were happy in their pond in the sun

Over in the meadow in a stream so blue
Lived an old mother fish and her little fishes two
"Glub" said the mother, "Glub, glub" said the two
And they and were happy in the stream so blue

Over in the meadow in a nest in the tree
Lived an old mother bird and her birdies three
"Tweet" said the mother, "Tweet tweet tweet" said the three
And they sang and were happy in their nest in the tree

Over in the meadow on a rock by the shore
Lived an old mother frog and her little frogs four
"Ribbit" said the mother, "Ribbit (4x)" said the four
And they croaked and were happy on the rock by the shore

Over in the meadow in a big beehive
Lived an old mother bee and her little bees five
"Bzz" said the mother, "Bzz (5x)" said the five
And they buzzed and were happy in their big beehive

Over in the meadow in the noonday sun
There was a pretty (pretty old?) mother and her baby one
(Repeat D - Em A7 / D - A7 D for this verse)
"Listen" said the mother "to the ducks and the bees
To the frogs and the fish and the birds in the trees"
"Bzz (5x)" said the five,
"Ribbit (4x)" said the four, "Tweet (3x)" said the three, "Glub (2x)" said the two, "Quack" said the one
And the little baby laughed just to hear such fun